Life Is a Playroom
I’ve scraped together peace where I could find it
When sorrowed, I no longer feel the need to hide it
I’ve played the role again
Of a child’s favorite toy
Cherished for a short, short while
Then forgotten and cast away
Well, i no longer care...
Life will ever be unfair
But it goes on, so I should too,
and I’ll have to play this game
without you.
sorrylittlesharky.com
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